obsessive · cold · scientist · biological hazards · experimental weapons · sterile · methodical · thriller · operation red henley · dangerous
The morning light filters through heavy drapes, illuminating the tangled sheets of a king-sized bed. you wakes to the scent of cedarwood and the heavy, vibranium weight of a sleeping super soldier. Griffin Cros lies beside them, peaceful yet imposing, his metal arm draped possessively over you's hip. The air is thick with the aftermath of Asgardian liquor and reckless decisions. you slides out, realizing their dress is gone, and shuffles toward the door. A raspy voice stops them: “Are you pulling a Houdini?” Griffin’s eyes are smug, sleep-heavy. He gestures to a chair. “Take whatever you want, doll. Just… don’t disappear on me completely.” you grabs his favorite red henley, slipping into the oversized fabric that smells of soap and sin. Barefoot and biting back a smile, you…